The Gods of Pegana | Page 8

are three grey peaks and whose father was the storm. There names be Eim?s, Z?n?s, and Seg��strion.
And Eim?s is the joy of lowing herds; and Z?n?s hath bowed his neck to the yoke of man, and carries the timber from the forest far up below the mountain; and Seg��strion sings old songs to shepherd boys, singing of his childhood in a lone ravine and of how he once sprang down the mountain sides and far away into the plain to see the world, and of how one day at last he will find the sea. These be the rivers of the plain, wherein the plain rejoices. But old men tell, whose fathers heard it from the ancients, how once the lords of the three rivers of the plain rebelled against the law of the Worlds, and passed beyond their boundaries, and joined together and whelmed cities and slew men, saying: "We now play the game of the gods and slay men for our pleasure, and we be greater than the gods of Pegana."
And all the plain was flooded to the hills.
And Eim?s, Z?n?s, and Seg��strion sat upon the mountains, and spread their hands over their rivers that rebelled by their command.
But the prayer of men going upward found Pegana, and cried in the ear of the gods: "There be three home gods who slay us for their pleasure, and say that they be mightier than Pegana's gods, and play Their game with men."
Then were all the gods of Pegana very wroth; but They could not whelm the lords of the three rivers, because being home gods, though small, they were immortal.
And still the home gods spread their hands across their rivers, with their fingers wide apart, and the waters rose and rose, and the voice of their torrent grew louder, crying: "Are we not Eim?s, Z?n?s, and Seg��strion?"
Then Mung went down into a waste of Afrik, and came upon the drought Umbool as he sat in the desert upon iron rocks, clawing with miserly grasp at the bones of men and breathing hot.
And Mung stood before him as his dry sides heaved, and ever as they sank his hot breath blasted dry sticks and bones.
Then Mung said: "Friend of Mung! Go, thou and grin before the faces of Eim?s, Z?n?s, and Seg��strion till they see whether it be wise to rebel against the gods of Pegana."
And Umbool answered: "I am the beast of Mung."
And Umbool came and crouched upon a hill upon the other side of the waters and grinned across them at the rebellious home gods.
And whenever Eim?s, Z?n?s, and Seg��strion stretched out their hands over their rivers they saw before their faces the grinning of Umbool; and because the grinning was like death in a hot and hideous land therefore they turned away and spread their hands no more over their rivers, and the waters sank and sank.
But when Umbool had grinned for thirty days the waters fell back into the river beds and the lords of the rivers slunk away back again to their homes: still Umbool sat and grinned.
Then Eim?s sought to hide himself in a great pool beneath a rock, and Z?n?s crept into the middle of a wood, and Seg��strion lay and panted on the sand--still Umbool sat and grinned.
And Eim?s grew lean, and was forgotten, so that the men of the plain would say: "Here once was Eim?s"; and Z?n?s scarce had strength to lead his river to the sea; and as Seg��strion lay and panted a man stepped over his stream, and Seg��strion said: "It is the foot of a man that has passed across my neck, and I have sought to be greater than the gods of Pegana."
Then said the gods of Pegana: "It is enough. We are the gods of Pegana, and none are equal."
Then Mung sent Umbool back to his waste in Afrik to breathe again upon the rocks, and parch the desert, and to sear the memory of Afrik into the brains of all who ever bring their bones away.
And Eim?s, Z?n?s, and Seg��strion sang again, and walked once more in their accustomed haunts, and played the game of Life and Death with fishes and frogs, but never essayed to play it any more with men, as do the gods of Pegana.

OF DOROZHAND
(Whose Eyes Regard The End)
Sitting above the lives of the people, and looking, doth Dorozhand see that which is to be.
The god of Destiny is Dorozhand. Upon whom have looked the eyes of Dorozhand he goeth forward to an end that naught may stay; he becometh the arrow from the bow of Dorozhand hurled forward at a mark he may not see--to the goal of Dorozhand. Beyond the thinking of men, beyond the sight of all the other gods, regard the eyes of Dorozhand.
He hath chosen